Faith
Is this what we think it is,
or is it just a dream,
that we make about our own lifes?
When will be born,
when will we die,
can we decide that for our own,
or is it faith?
Can we say,
that the reason that we're alive,
is faith?
Is it faith,
that I've been born?
Is it faith,
that I lost you?
Is it faith,
that I lost,
the person who I cared about most?
Is that faith,
to take everything away we love?
Is it faith,
that I leave behind,
teared apart by greave?
Is that faith?
or is it just a dream,
that we make about our own lifes?
When will be born,
when will we die,
can we decide that for our own,
or is it faith?
Can we say,
that the reason that we're alive,
is faith?
Is it faith,
that I've been born?
Is it faith,
that I lost you?
Is it faith,
that I lost,
the person who I cared about most?
Is that faith,
to take everything away we love?
Is it faith,
that I leave behind,
teared apart by greave?
Is that faith?
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| less - no more: | Maandag, juli 07, 2008 12:55 |
| If you call it Faith, it''s OK. Stay close and faithfull. greetzzzz, Jan |
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